The contract [Yeongyu]

chapter-11

The soft sound of rain tapped against the glass, filling the room with a strange calmness. The curtains swayed gently in the cool breeze from the open window, carrying the scent of wet earth inside. Beomgyu blinked awake, his lashes heavy, his body sluggish. His back ached fiercely, and when he pushed himself upright, a low hiss escaped his lips. Every movement reminded him of the night before.

It took him a moment to realize it wasn’t the same night anymore it was evening again. He had slept nearly an entire day away. His stomach growled loudly, reminding him how empty he was. Just then, the door creaked, and one of the maids entered quietly, her eyes lowered. She carried a tray of steaming food rice, soup, and side dishes that filled the air with warmth. Without a word, she placed the tray carefully on the bed in front of him, bowed quickly, and left.

Beomgyu stared at the food for a long second before picking up the spoon. He was starving, so he ate quickly, but his gaze kept wandering to the window. The outside looked beautiful the garden was glistening under the rain, droplets sliding off the roses, the lanterns glowing softly against the darkening sky. For the first time in a while, Beomgyu allowed himself a tiny sigh, something like relief, as he chewed.

Then the door opened again.

Beomgyu froze.

The familiar sound of heavy, confident footsteps echoed against the floor. When he dared to glance up, Yeonjun was stepping into the room, the perfect picture of authority. He wore a tailored black suit that fit him like it had been stitched directly onto his skin, the silver watch on his wrist gleaming under the chandelier light. His dark hair was styled back neatly, sharp lines accentuating his striking features.

The spoon slipped from Beomgyu’s trembling fingers and clattered against the tray. He immediately lowered his gaze, staring at the sheets as if they were the most important thing in the world.

Yeonjun closed the distance slowly, like a predator savoring the moment. When he reached the bed, he didn’t sit down immediately. Instead, he leaned over, brushing Beomgyu’s messy hair away from his forehead with surprising gentleness. His lips pressed against Beomgyu’s eyelids, one kiss on each, lingering just long enough to make the younger boy’s heart twist.

“Did you sleep well, baby?” Yeonjun’s voice was low, smooth, but carrying that teasing undertone that always unsettled Beomgyu.

Beomgyu swallowed hard, his throat dry. He couldn’t meet Yeonjun’s eyes, not after everything. He only gave a small nod, silent, clutching the blanket around him.

Yeonjun tilted his head, watching him closely. He could see the stiffness in Beomgyu’s posture, the way his shoulders trembled. That smirk curved his lips, sharp and knowing.

“Are you upset with me, baby?” he asked softly, but there was a dangerous edge hidden beneath the velvet tone.

Beomgyu’s lips parted, but no words came out. His back still burned, the ache from yesterday reminding him of how powerless he was. His silence stretched, heavy and obvious.